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A blog dedicated to saving and discussing kitsch album covers.
Remembering the Lost Art of Kitschy Album Covers
One of the things I miss the most of my childhood is the record store. I loved buying albums. They were big and you can hold them in your hands unlike mp3 files. I couldn't wait to get them home and drop them on my turn table. Because albums were big there was a whole art to the jacket cover. Classic albums had a cover aesthetic, (like the celebrated beauty of Blue Note Jazz albums). Album covers even had enough space for liner notes (remember them)? Many were written with this bizarre salesperson schmaltz telling you about the investment you should be making in buying this album.
There have been waves of vinyl revival. But this blog is dedicated to remembering a lost kitschy vinyl Americana. Many of these covers seem down right weird by today's standards. Some invoke the classic 1950s subdued sexuality, innuendo and cocktail culture. Today we have lost the context to understand some of the marketing campaigns and the ad execs who thought of these covers. But at least we can still enjoy them and mock them here before these records disappear for good.
There have been waves of vinyl revival. But this blog is dedicated to remembering a lost kitschy vinyl Americana. Many of these covers seem down right weird by today's standards. Some invoke the classic 1950s subdued sexuality, innuendo and cocktail culture. Today we have lost the context to understand some of the marketing campaigns and the ad execs who thought of these covers. But at least we can still enjoy them and mock them here before these records disappear for good.
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- A College professor who may never get tenure because he is off buying 25 cent albums at Salvation Armies, flea markets, and yard sales.
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